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letra de wannabe's - reaper

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[intro]
yeah! spittin’ on the mic again
og represent
tune in now!

{vesrse1:}
everything you see ya’ll punks wannabe it
everything we drop ya’ll people wanna keep it
things that i pop, you just can’t see it;
it put me on top and you just can’t beat it

anywhere i go you just wanna follow
can’t do that so you sit back and wallow
got no light, walki’n my shadow;
i sport rollie’s, but ya’ll tripin’ on a rado

stop being a wannabe , only try to cop me;
put your d-mn light on live you’re own life and see

[verse2:]
i’m too good you can’t get accquainted, probably cause you’re chinese printed
use and throw but you got no flow
i’ll push you out in a single blow

you following my footsteps,please make you’re own;
i’m on the path to get the throne

man you gonna be crushed and thrown
hurt so bad till it cut the bone
don’t just sit and moan and groan
walk you’re ass right outta my zone

no yatchy, no uzi, no kodak; black
i wanna be myself own; pack
i wanna keep myself on; track
ya’ll wannabe rappers, i don’t f–k with that

[skit:]
you’re rap strip don’t even get featured on a web rip.(godd-mn yea)
just tappin’ on the autotune, with a creaky old golden spoon,(f–kin mumble rappers)
tryna’ be the raider to the ganster tomb, goddamit jump back in the womb
(hit em’ again)

[verse3:]
you rap so epic, but don’t got a topic
shoutout to the bois eminem & logic
but you got no magic, sound like a comic
don’t look me in the eye,i’m ophidiophobic!

scream and shout but you’ve got no clout
you can’t just sprout, you’re in the land of drought
me and mc this is what we’re about
we ain’t no wannabe’s, check the f–k out

[interlude:]
need a small break, gotta breathe in deep;
flex so rich, but you talk so cheap!

[verse4:]
call yourself baller, but you potray a faller;
look like a dog, with chains for a collar
start your rap with”ya’ll know who this is”;
just another wannabe flexin’ with yo misses

i’m k!llin’ the rap with alotta’ class
words in your track came out ya ass
pack your bags and get-off grass;
you’re on my property man, don’t trash pass

(yo)
you’re on my property man, don’t trash pass

[release:]
ain’t no brother, but you grippin’ on the trigger
talkin’ like you bigger so i’m givin’ you the finger
been thru the ringer, but you rappin’ like a singer
the crown’s on my head & i’m feelin’ like a kinger

[outro:]
looks like the message is delivered quite clear
yeah,listen up bruh
everything looks okay but not with k!lla(k)
oh yeah!
so i’ll tell you what; sit upright and fix that mouth alright
(yeah you man)

you say you’re rap flow so cool, but you never been to school
could’nt be a topper then what makes yo think you’ll get up here now;(oh god!)
you’re so flow so sick, godd-mn you need you’re meds quick(get em’ now)
you’ve got super powers like goku,d-mn i like cartoons too:)
(ratatatataa)

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- reaper

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